I think what spurred me to really start thinking about what I believe is when I witnessed my sister telling my 5 year old niece that Santa wasn't real but Jesus was. What was worse, later my niece recited it back to me. I felt sad that her mind is so vulnerable and is being filled with the nonsense that her mom wanted to spill into it. I wanted to shake my sister and yell in her face that what she was doing was ridiculous! Neither Santa for God are real!
Uhg, so here I am on this quest to find out what's real. I've made up my mind that I am a God-less heathen and I am happy with that decision. Where I'm at now is picking apart how I act and what I believe and trying to see how much of that is dictated by my Pentacostal upbringing. I don't want to be hindered by beliefs that we spilled into my vulnerable mind. I want to live for me and not under the constant fear of hell anymore. Mind you, I'm not wanting to go out and rob a bank or kill someone. I just want to make sure I'm living according to what I think is right and not what the church told me is right.